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I always like to look up at things and wonder if anyone, at that exact moment is looking down on me. I do it whenever a plane passes overhead. I often wave. I wonder what they are thinking about. I like to think that there is someone doing and thinking the exact same thing. Wondering what I'm up to in my day.

When I look up at that building, I wonder who is looking out of the glass window and staring down to the street below, at me.

Every time I look at one of these I think about that day....those towers. I'm always tempted to feel sorry for myself, for my losses and then I remember I AM looking up. No need to hang my head in defeat. I don't live in a country where that is necessary. I can look up at this building today the same way I can look at my future because when you're nearest to the ground the only way to go is up....

Thanks to everyone for your interpretations of the photograph. It is fascinating how each of us can view an image and feel a different experience. I am looking forward to everyone's take on the Hancock building.

For 12 years Frank ran his one little stand, Frank's Hotdogs, outside the building. He politely served tourists, hungry passersby, and employees at the building. About the time Frank set up his stand, a dynamic young man had been hired at one of the companies housed in the skyscraper. He'd confided in Frank all those years, for all those lunches that he didn't have to take with clients or colleuges. In rain, snow or 99 degree temperatures, he'd always tipped Frank well. A few times he'd mentioned turning the stand into a franchise, Like McDonald's? Frank had asked. Better than McDonald's, his friend said, all everywhere was serving burgers, and no one served hotdogs. They'd fantasied about the money and luxary they would live in. For the first time in 12 years Frank was outside the building without his cart, and he was wearing the only suit he owned. His friend met him at the doors, "Hey, man! The guys upstairs are real excited about this! The only promblem might be the product." he said, taking Frank inside the gleaming lobby."What's wrong with it?" Frank asked, confused."Nothing, you dogs are great! Its just that nobody serves hotdogs. How are you at making burgers?"

@CynthiaJust wanted to say, I really was gripped by your contribution. I was really there with her, with the orange peel poem. I felt for her, saw what she saw. How well you conjured that moment. Fantastic!

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